Page 66 of Equilibrium
Did they have a funeral for her?
I didn’t even know how long they kept me there. My hands were bruised from the chains they left me in. My heart felt hollow from the loss I experienced. Seeing her there, lying on that cold, hard floor, blood everywhere, it was so much fucking blood. And my knife stuck out of her.
Who could’ve done something like this? Who would want to kill her? She was one of the best people I ever had the chance to meet.
She was my soul sister, my best friend, and to see her like that, her light extinguished... it fucking killed me.
And them. They were supposed to be my friends. They should’ve believed in me, but I guess that I never really knew them. I could understand anguish, I could understand pain. I could even understand their need to blame somebody, but what I couldn’t understand was the fact that they believed it was me.
So when Theo came, when he freed me and told me to run, I did. I ran so fast, so far away and I didn’t look back. Maybe with years they would realize that it wasn’t me.
Maybe they would realize they made a mistake. Maybe I could forgive them, but right now, I had to be as far away from them as possible. Kieran couldn’t even look at me, and if I were being honest, I couldn’t look at him either.
The way he threw me aside, like we never meant anything to each other, as if he didn’t know how I felt about his sister. But I guess it was easier to just throw me to the wolves than to find the real culprit.
Maybe I should’ve been thankful for everything because I finally got to see their real faces. Their traitorous faces.
But at what cost? At a cost of two innocent lives. The lives I wanted to save. I wanted her to grow old, be happy. I wanted her to have everything she wanted to have, and I failed. I fucking failed, and I would never be able to forgive myself.
What was the use of all these skills if I couldn’t protect those I cared about the most?
So here I was, in Santa Monica, spending the money Theo left me with, because if there was one person that wanted me, it was Storm.
And he could help me, I knew he could.
When I checked the date, it was already two weeks too late for our meeting, and I just hoped he would want to see me. But he had to. If I explained everything that happened, he would understand.
The neighborhood I was in didn’t look bad. As a matter of fact, there were kids playing on the streets. People were walking around, laughing, talking, living their lives.
I wondered if they ever thought about the cruel world hiding just under their noses?
Or did they choose to be blind in order to preserve their sanity?
I felt eyes on my back, but I guess that was due to the state I was in. My clothes were disheveled, blood stains on more parts of it than not. Changing my clothes was the last thing on my list of priorities when I managed to leave Croyford Bay. Theo was graceful enough to put me into the private jet and send me to the other side of the country.
I didn’t have to ask him twice.
Get out, run, and stay alive.
Those three were the priority.
The old man on the pier told me their clubhouse was on this street, but I couldn’t see anything that resembled an MC. Maybe I took a wrong turn somewhere?
A mother with two kids was walking toward me. She was eyeing me, cautious, and I guess she should be. I would’ve been as well if I saw me on the street.
“Excuse me,” I started as she came closer. “Is the clubhouse for Sons of Hades here?”
“Oh, dear.” She looked around and pulled the kids closer to her. “Are you sure you want to get into that hell?”
Was I? Not really, but what other choice did I have?
“Please, it’s really important.”
It was my lifeline. Storm was the last option I had. My father cut my credit cards. He wasn’t home when I went there, and all my belongings were gone already. Like I never existed.
She looked me over, and after a second too long, she started talking again.
“Just go until you reach the end of the street. Trust me, you can’t miss it.”
